Get Away and Trauma

QUINN’S POV:

“Grr, my head hurts” I murmured as I woke up feeling headaches. A hangover? Geez, I need cold water.

As I look around me, all the girls are still sleeping so I didn’t bother to wake them up and just headed downstairs to buy some water.

I sit in the lobby outside overseeing the beach.

Grr, cold water is really satisfying in the morning, especially if having a hangover. I look at my phone and check the time, it’s ten in the morning already. Pretty late for breakfast.

There are messages, from mom. She’s been texting me since last night asking where I am. I decided to text her back saying that I’m out for a quick vacation. I’m still a little upset with her not because of what she has done to me but with what she’s doing now.

“Got some hangover?” Evander came in and seated in front of me.

“Yeah” I simply replied.

“You’re too drunk last night so I send you up to your room---”

“What?! You?” I asked.

“Yeah. You even throw up to me---”

“Are you kidding me?!” I surprisingly asked.